Warzone Pt. 2

(They let froumosa on the track, bitch)
(Josh!)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Baow baow (ah)

This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (baow-baow)
Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)

Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS)
I been feignin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (you a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked

They like, "Yus, you the face of the Bronx", that's a fact
Nigga, move, I'm tryna get niggas clapped
Nigga, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back
Nigga, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks
Like, you don't know me so stop looking back
Don't panic, up it, then I double tap
Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap
Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat'

I'm a top three shotta better check the stats
Spin on my dollie, them niggas get clapped
Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached
Don't run, he was running, he didn't look back
Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run
Up on his mommy and daddy and son
Bend the mitch, tryna leave niggas done
Like, up my fingers, I still make 'em run

I'm the face of the Bronx, niggas know where I'm from
Up first knocka, throw like a tun
Don't run, don't trip, red beam on the shh
Blitz both ways, put the beam on a shh
Runnin' on feet, put the beam on a shh
Big F.E.B., you can't be with us
F.E.B. going straight to the top
Money, bitch's, fame, guap'

They like, "Yus, how you bought a new watch?"
You reach for my chain, on my mother you shot
Red beam on his hip, he run, get him shot
When we spin we knocking his top
He gon' walk with a limp if he moving wock'
If he with his bitch then they both getting shot
Got a big four fifth, no, this shit ain't no prop
They be like, "Yus cool, bitch, I'm on hots"
I told brodie move back if I catch me a opp
Watch out, like

This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap (ah!)
Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (baow-baow)
Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)

Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS)
I been feignin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (you a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked

Like, the face of the Bronx
Ah